Where do we go from here?

I am back in Steamboat now, and it is snowing. Which is a far cry from the beach weather I was laying out in listening to the ocean just a few days ago. Yet those few days seem like a year. The whole coming down, coming off the travel high is strange... it is so great to be home and back where English can get me anything I want. But I feel like I am on a strange vacation where I will be hopping back on a plane to Santander this weekend. Except that I'm not. So that leaves me wondering a few things:

1. What on earth did I learn about life, love, myself, and people in the past six months.

2. How do I expect to lose the flan weight on my thighs if I keep drinking a Starbucks a day.

3. Do I keep blogging about my ridiculous life experiences, like trying to pull open the mouth of my water bottle today at the gym and managing to pull off the entire lid and dump all the water all over the floor, prompting one of the fifteen firemen working out to say "Don't worry... We all saw that."

4. How do you respond to people who ask about a six month experience? "Well, I drank a ton, ate a ton, traveled a ton, and yes I think I am fluent but no I don't plan on going back to live there again." Does that sum it up enough? Or something like "Well my entire life outlook is different, I am still obsessed with cows and cheese, and NO I did not have a Spanish boyfriend because they are all midgets and creepy." Even my boss asked me if I had a boyfriend over there; I wonder if it is just a norm to take a Spanish lover while studying there? Did I miss that boat? Because I'm starting to feel like I need to create a fantasy man named Mario who was 6'4", suave and sexy to play off as my Spanish boyfriend so I seem more scandalous and worldly.

5. And lastly, I am wondering how I wrap this all up on one sandwhich of memories I don't want to forget, mixed with some kind of reflection and getting in touch with my emotions. Frankly, that sounds just awful to me. So then we get back to the idea that maybe I keep writing this for the sake of being able to get at least 1/100th of my random thoughts out of my brain and you can all just stop reading since it will no longer be about Spain? Who knows.

So the bottom line and the moral of the story and the punch line is that I haven't decided if I am ready to accept being home and thus finish this blog. Not to mention that I keep making a fool of myself and perhaps it provides some comic relief for when you are having a bad day. Or if you don't like me maybe it gives you less things to black mail me about since I'm coming out and admitting them right off the bat. Although I did forget that one of the firemen made a pee joke about the water spilling. Having an excess of water without shooting it out of a hose was probably new for him. Okay that's enough. I'll keep being confused and we'll see what happens. But either way, thank you if you have stuck with me through this experience, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.